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Holy Scripture
I have a garden fair,
With Heavenly breezes fanned,
And every morning finds me there—
It is the Lord's command—
To gather fruits and blossoms sweet
Before the dusty world I meet.
With Heavenly breezes fanned,
And every morning finds me there—
It is the Lord's command—
To gather fruits and blossoms sweet
Before the dusty world I meet.
I have a faithful Friend,
Accustomed to advise,
With Whom each morn some time I spend—
That I may be made wise
To find and keep the only way
Which issues in eternal day.
Accustomed to advise,
With Whom each morn some time I spend—
That I may be made wise
To find and keep the only way
Which issues in eternal day.
I have an armoury bright,
With shield and helm hung round,
Where, duly as the morning light,
The Spirit's sword is found,
With which to overcome the foe
Who harasses the way I go.
With shield and helm hung round,
Where, duly as the morning light,
The Spirit's sword is found,
With which to overcome the foe
Who harasses the way I go.
I have a mirror keen
Which shows me all I am;
But lo! behind me there is seen
One like a dying Lamb;
And, as I view His imaged Face,
My sins are lost in shining grace.
Which shows me all I am;
But lo! behind me there is seen
One like a dying Lamb;
And, as I view His imaged Face,
My sins are lost in shining grace.
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Oh, send Thy Spirit, Lord,
To make me wholly Thine,
That I may love Thy blessèd Word,
And feel its power divine;
And walk on calmly in its light
Till faith is turned to glorious sight!
To make me wholly Thine,
That I may love Thy blessèd Word,
And feel its power divine;
And walk on calmly in its light
Till faith is turned to glorious sight!
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